She leaned her arms across the backs of the chairs next to her, closing her eyes and allowing the delicious feelings to consume her. Her whole body was lusting for him, wanting the explosion, needing him more than ever. She wanted him to own her, enjoy her body fully.
The pure pleasure of his tongue teasing her clitoris and his fingers plunging deep in her vagina controlled her. Angel grabbed her breasts squeezing them both together. Then her hands went back down to his head, forcing his face harder on her mound, wanting to remind him who’s the boss, although she yearned for him to do all the managing. How did he hold this power over her? Angel didn’t understand why he made her feel this way. Since he had arrived on the scene, she had slept with plenty of other men, but not one had she enjoyed the way she enjoyed him. She was torn between loving the feeling of completion when she was him, and loathing herself for feeling so dependent. What happened to sex just being for fun? When did it start to hurt?
Angel opened her eyes, watching his tongue flick over her clitoris, feeling it responding. Dan circled his tongue around her clit, flicking it on the exact spot—her body became overwhelmed with pleasure, her nerve endings screaming. Her mind went crazy, her body lost control, jolting and jerking in the chair, she could hear her own voice crying out her pleasure over the music.
As the spasms died away, she looked down at him still kneeling before her, wiping his mouth of her juices. She wasn't satisfied. She wanted his cock. Angel sat up as Dan stood, reaching out to unfasten his jeans. She rummaged around for his cock, surprised and disappointed that it wasn’t erect. Nevertheless, she gamely pulled his dick out and took it inside her mouth, sucking on the soft tissue, flicking her tongue over the warm skin. It was an interesting sensation. Angel had never sucked on a soft penis before. It was very different to playing with the velvety firmness of a hard cock. She was worried about hurting him as she manipulated the limp flesh with her tongue.
Angel pulled his flaccid penis out of her mouth. She lifted it up, licking up and down the length, adding flicks of her tongue over the tip, but he still did not respond. She put his penis back in her mouth, sucking hard, trying to get a rhythm, but still nothing. She stopped, horrified, sitting back in the chair, feeling as if her heart had been punched. Angel found the courage to look up at him while he stared down to her.
“Why are you not hardening?” she asked, mortified. This never happened to her.
Dan shrugged. “He obviously isn’t in the mood.”
“Well that isn’t good enough, I need him.”
“I’m sorry, if he doesn’t want to play then he won’t.”
“I need your dick, Dan.”
“Well, it doesn’t look like you’re going to get it.”
“Fuck you,” she said, standing up, and stormed out of the room.
Gutted, she headed to the bar, intending to get a stiff drink. She didn’t understand. Why could he not perform for her? Instantly, she thought about Stacie. “Bitch,” she cried out, punching her fist down on the bar. The bar manager stared at her, then came over.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, concern in his voice.
“Just mind your own fucking business,” she told him, then stood up and fled to her office. The only thing in the world she wanted was for Dan to give her some little attention. But all his attention right now was on that bitch Stacie. Maybe there was something she could do something about her, make her leave the place. Her money wouldn’t be missed that much. Some things are worth more than money.
She headed to her bedroom, turning on some music and flinging herself down on the bed. She considered her reactions to Dan. She had never felt so, well, so obsessed with anyone before. Her last boyfriend was married and had an affair with her. She didn’t love him and she knew it was just sex for both of them. It was easier that he was married. It was just no-strings fun. She could still play around and enjoy Desires, without some man getting obsessive and protective. The fact he was married and went home to his wife made it so much easier for her, no commitment.
However, with Dan, there was something completely different. With horror, she realized she had serious feelings for him, feelings she never thought she would have. Angel was jealous about a client, a client who had signed a contract and understood the rules. How could she continue having Dan work for her, with these feelings? Was it just Stacie, or would she feel this way with anyone? She turned her thoughts back to why he could not perform for her. Maybe he was just tired. After all he had given Stacie his full attention all day, something he had never done before with a client. He was a man, after all, not a machine.
Normally he only had one sex session a day, then he was free for her—that was deliberate on Angel’s part. Angel never expected Stacie to enjoy him or re-book him. That hadn’t been part of the plan. She couldn’t have got it more wrong if she’d tried, this whole mess was her own damn fault.
Angel lay on her bed staring up to the ceiling, indulging herself, picturing Dan and his slow sexy smile and the way he made her feel. When she hired him eight months ago, she had never expected this would be the outcome.
Shannon had brought him to her office for interview. Angel hadn’t been there, she was running around doing a few jobs. She’d arrived at her office and introduced herself to him. She looked him up and down, noticing his gorgeous brown eyes, his young boyish charm, and his smile—oh that smile! She spent most of the interview watching his mouth, imagining how well it would work around her pussy. She sensed immediately he would be successful. Clients young and old would love him. He was cute, but also sophisticated and intelligent. She put him on the spot, asking him his opinion on a variety of topics. Some clients wanted conversation as well as sex. Someone who was more than just a him-bo—all brawn and no brains—would be an asset.
However, the sex was also important, so the conversation soon veered. “So tell me…what are your main talents?” she’d asked, licking her lips seductively, leaning forward and staring into his eyes.
“I know how to please a woman and make her feel special,” he said, sitting comfortably on the leather sofa.
“And how would you make a woman feel special?” she asked, standing up and walking around the desk. His eyes were fully focused on her.
“I tell them what they want to hear,” he said, his voice calm.
“Show me,” she said. She rested her buttocks on the desk and waited.
Dan stood and approached Angel, maintaining eye contact. Angel felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach. He moved closer to her. She could smell him, a pleasant, spicy smell. He stood before her, his legs touching hers. He leaned forward. She felt his breath cascading over her face. He moved to her right ear, “You are the most beautiful, most desirable woman I think I have ever seen. Your hair is perfection, your lips divine and your body exquisite.” He dropped a kiss on her cheek and Angel felt shivers of excitement throughout her body. His lips pressed against the earlobe. “Your voice makes me want to fall to my knees and howl at the moon while I worship the perfection that is you.” Dan gripped the lobe with his teeth and licked before releasing it. His hands went to her waist and she closed her eyes at his touch. “If I could make love to you, and only you, for the rest of my life, I could desire nothing else till I die.” His thumbs stroked her waist and she drew in a shuddering breath.
Angel gazed into his eyes, those deep pools of chocolate and felt herself melt. “Um…wow, great…um,” she said, wriggling out from his hold and shooting around to the other side of her desk. “Right, well…I will give you a little trial…see how you connect with the clients and well…yes,” she said. She struggled to control her breathing, longing to have him sinking his teeth into her. This one she would have to try out as soon as was decently possible.
“I need you to sign this contract…all workers sign it. It states you will have no emotional involvement with any of the clients,” she said, digging in her drawer and passing a copy of the contract across the desk.
He took the pen and sig
ned it without reading it. “You trust me?” she said, raising her eyebrows. She never signed anything without reading it.
Dan met her surprised gaze. “Why shouldn’t I? I am simply here to earn some extra cash and do something I enjoy. I have no intention of getting emotionally involved with anyone,” he said, passing the contract back across the desk.
Angel was speechless, already sensing he was going to be successful. His eyes dazzled her. She could see he would be requested plenty. “It’s good to have you on board,” she said, holding out her hand. He took it and shook it. His grip was warm and firm, but not too firm. She didn’t want to let go.
Dan continued to work at his day job during the week, but he gave his weekends to Desires. He was exceptionally reliable and often came in on short notice. Not all Desires’ customers were the most attractive type, but Dan never complained. He was in it for the cash, and to Angel, that was all that mattered.
He had been working for her for a couple of weeks when she caught him at a loose end. His client had just gone and he was mooching around in the dance hall. She’d got him a drink and they’d had a dance. He’d got a little flirty, rubbing up against her.
“Do you know one of the perks of being the boss?” she’d murmured in his ear as they danced.
“Surprise me.”
“Having lots of cute sexy staff at my beck and call.”
“I can imagine that would be a perk.”
She’d insinuated her hand down to his crotch, delighted to feel his hard cock beneath his trousers, which he had no compunctions about grinding into her seeking hand.
“Would you like to see how I reward my staff for good performance?” she said then, rubbing up and down the firm shaft.
“I’d love to.”
She’d taken him to her office and fucked him on the sofa. Then on the floor. Then in her bedroom.
After that, he came to her regularly. Angel was surprised at her new preference. She usually preferred hunky muscular men. Dan was different. He was trim and fit, but lean, hard-muscled, but not big-muscled. But he was fantastic in bed, the best she’d ever had. He’d never let her down—until tonight.
A knock came at the office door.
“Come in,” Angel called, hoping it would carry through to the corridor. The last thing she wanted right now was to move. She heard the door open, then a pause. “I’m in the bedroom,” she added.
She heard footsteps crossing the office and Shannon appeared at the bedroom door. “What,” Angel said, not looking at her.
“Stacie’s just run out the front door. Dan’s frantic.”
Angel pushed herself up to her elbows and looked at Shannon. “What’s happened?” she asked. This could be the opportunity she’d been after. Maybe the club itself had scared Stacie off, and she wouldn’t have to do anything.
“I have no idea, Stacie ran out the front door and Dan came rushing in calling her name. Bailey is out there talking to her.” Angel stood up, intrigued. She saw the whip lying where she’d dropped it and picked it up. It wouldn’t hurt to intimidate the woman a little further.
She followed Shannon to the reception area. Dan stood there, concern clear on his face. The reception area was full of people. Angel encouraged them all to move on, telling them a fresh buffet was being laid out in the great hall. The mob obediently shuffled along, slaves to their stomachs. Angel found herself standing in front of Dan, unsure how she should approach the situation. What could have happened?
“Dan?” she said, as he turned to look at her, his eyes full of worry.
“I have no idea. We went to get a drink then headed outside for some fresh air, and then suddenly she ran off.”
“Something must have happened,” she asked, trying to act concerned.
“No, nothing. Well, all I can think of is it had something to do with James, but I’m not sure as I couldn’t catch her up to find out what the problem was,” he answered, directing his concerned gaze at the main door.
“What did James do?”
“He came over with his client and suggested we all get together,” he replied.
Bingo! If James had suggested a foursome, Little Miss Prissy must have been so shocked and horrified that she’d run away. Angel stood watching Dan, his eyes still glued to the door. Something else had happened here. She had never seen him act in that manner. Surely he couldn’t be that bothered about losing a client, even a good one. There were plenty of others—he made a fortune from Desires.
Angel tried to think of things to say to him while he anxiously waited to see what Bailey came back with, either with Stacie or without. Angel tried to suppress the vibe she was getting. She was reading far too much into it. Stacie was just a client.
The double doors opened and James appeared on the scene. Angel watched Dan turn and give him the evils.
Dan took several large steps to stand in James’s personal space. “What is your problem?” Dan said in an aggressive tone.
Angel intervened. “Dan, stop it. Until we know the real reason for Stacie’s upset, you cannot go around accusing,” she told him, her voice cracking with authority. Dan twisted his head and glared at her.
Angel saw the deep concern behind the anger. She wanted desperately to throw her arms around him and hold him and tell him that it didn’t matter. She couldn’t tarnish her professional image. It was no secret that Dan and she had sex frequently, but no one knew he was anything more than staff to her. Angel turned her thoughts to what was going on outside. She was tempted to go and see, but if Stacie was leaving then she wasn't about to persuade her otherwise. Dragging her back into Dan’s arms was the last thing she wanted. Better to let her go, leave the establishment, and go back to her pathetic lonely little life.
After what seemed like hours, the main door finally opened. All heads turned. Angel saw Bailey come through first, followed by Stacie, her face red and blotchy from cold and crying. Her stomach nose-dived. That wretched woman. Why couldn’t she just go?
A glimmer of hope occurred to her. Maybe she had come back in the building for her belongings and was about to leave. Angel stepped back not daring to say anything. She looked at Dan’s face, seeing it light up with joy as Stacie came toward him. Bile churned in her stomach, a feeling of sheer stabbing hatred for this woman flooded her heart.
Bailey went back behind the desk, leaving Stacie standing in the middle of the foyer, looking at the floor. Dan moved closer to her.
“Are you all right?” he asked. Angel watched him put his hand under Stacie’s chin and lift her face up. Angel desperately waited for her to tell him she was leaving and that she’d just come back for her property.
“I’m fine,” Stacie replied. She glanced at him briefly then moved her gaze to the side. “Can we head back to the room?”
He released her face. “Okay,” he said.
Angel watched them make their way to the staircase. Her guts churned and she didn’t try to modify her glare, which she aimed directly at Stacie. “Is everything okay, Dan?”
“Everything’s fine,” he said. Stacie moved to Dan’s side, away from Angel. She didn’t meet Angel’s eyes, looking down at her feet.
They had gone no more than a few steps up when James’s voice rang out across the reception area.
“You know, I think you should look at your life.” Angel turned to see James striding to the bottom of the staircase. The pair on the stairs turned round. “Desires is all about sex. No matter what your opinion is, we love it and personally, I don’t think you belong here.”
Dan turned around and moved back down the steps to confront the man. “That’s enough. She isn’t here for that business.”
“No mate, it isn’t enough. She’s looking down her nose at us, the stuck up bitch. I couldn’t give a damn about her reasons for being here. She has no right to be fucking looking at us like shit.”
“That’s enough, James. I’m sure she never meant it that way.” Dan said, then turned around and headed back toward Stacie. He took h
old of Stacie’s hand and began to pull her up the stairs. Angel watched. Really she should say something. She couldn’t let a member of staff abuse a client like that, even if inwardly she was cheering James on. She took a breath to speak, but James beat her to it.
“Stuck up bitch,” yelled James. Angel watched Stacie freeze. “People enjoy sex, go fuck yourself, bitch.”
Dan stopped at the top of the stairs and said something to Stacie before turning and stomping back down.
He squared up to James. “Don’t you dare call her a bitch. You know absolutely nothing about her.”
“I couldn’t give a shit, and if you’re doing your job correctly she wouldn’t be glaring at everyone like shit. You should be fucking her, show her what the real world is.”
James advanced on Dan, pointing his finger at him, Dan’s posture stiffened. Much as Angel was amused by the aggressive behaviour of the two males of the species, she decided a knock-down drag-out fight in reception was not the best image for Desires.
“James, don’t you have a client to attend to?” Angel said.
Dan stared at Angel. She couldn’t read his expression. James glared at Dan, then up at Stacie, before stalking off, his face murderous. Angel watched Dan walk back up the stairs toward Stacie. She wished Stacie had done her a favour and left, but Angel had to watch as her man went back up to where he’d left Stacie standing and they headed back to their room. No doubt they would be having sex yet again.
Angel turned around to look at Bailey. She had been the one who convinced Stacie to come back in the club. Angel advanced on the girl. She needed to find out exactly what had happened.
She caught Bailey’s eyes and jerked her head toward the back office. Angel closed the door behind them. “What happened to upset Stacie?”
“Basically, everywhere she turned people were having sex. She was finding it difficult to come to terms with—I don’t think it was something she was used to. So I advised her and told her that is what Desires is about and that this place is all about fun in the sex world.”
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